Like A Broken String

Shake your head really hard, it won’t change your mind.  There is no physical or mechanical way to alter your thoughts.  It is an organic process, evolution, and the sloughing of old cells.  Regeneration. 

At any point in life there is a song or an album and it cannot be separated from your life, your soul. Your entire existence rests on vinyl as a needle.  It lasts for days, months, years.  The song comes through speakers or headphones or simply from recollection.

Chords form shapes and depth in your thoughts.  Emotions become directly interwoven with a dark room, and those tones ooze from dark mesh speaker covers.  Vibrations end, spiraling thoughts circle the room in silence while you finish a drink, the last tonight you swear.  You become your own footnotes as you crawl off to bed.

As unexpectedly as it begins, it ends with the breaking of a string.